Free Immortal Memory (Book One) by Sylvia Frances Page A

haven’t seen him in a while,
but his name’s Tristan. Tristan Azazel. He sold a few of his drugs
to me once, and I’d like more now.”
    “What’s ya name? Ya know if ya lying,
I’ll kill ya? I notice ya have a flat tire. You in a bad
predicament, ya know?”
    “Jeff. I’m not lying. I don’t want any
trouble. I realize I have a flat tire. I just came to buy drugs. I
want no trouble, but I’d like to find Quint. Are you
Quint?”
    “Yeah, dis Quint. Don’t
ask me no
questions, got it? I do all tha’ askin'.”
    Jeff stared into his side
mirror at his aired up tire. The detective studied the flat tire on
the back of Azazel’s car. He shot his gaze back at Quint before
they noticed his look of surprise. “Yeah….sorry… Quint. I’d like to buy a million dollars' worth
of drugs. I can have you the money at midnight at this spot. Can
you do it?”
    Quint turned to mumble more words to
the others, and his angry gaze shifted back to Jeff. “I’ll kill ya
if ya bring cops or anybody else. We outnumba' cops out here. You
betta' be tellin’ me tha’ truth. I’ll shoot ya firsthand. I’ll meet
ya here at midnight. Ya betta' show up wit’ it, or I’ll kill
ya.”
    Jeff nodded and looked back at their
tire and his own as though making certain he wasn’t hallucinating.
“Deal. Later, guys.” He cranked up the car as they started up their
own.
    Jeff picked up speed when they hollered
and remained stuck in place because of their flat. Zach flattened
both of their back tires. Shots were fired at Jeff's car, but they
missed him after he spun out of the quarters. They were left with
Zach in a mess.
    Fury ignited through the angel. Simra
must have called Jeff to tell him about Quint anyway. Did she not
realize she was placing them in danger? It was a trap for whoever
came there!
    The angel stayed listening to the
gang's silly ranting and raving awhile. They said nothing about the
body of Azazel. In fact, they only mentioned stealing more items to
buy drugs. Quint shot Azazel here.
    Then, the crook dumped the corpse in
the woods where it was secluded. Zach saw the place in Quint's
mind. He'd search for it there.
    Quint stayed behind from the rest of
the dealers, who stormed back inside the house. The drug dealer
scratched his chin and observed both flat tires of Azazel’s car.
“Is dat Tristan ghost? Who Jeff?”
    Zach walked circles around the drug
dealer, and his jaw tightened. Although the guy couldn’t hear him,
the angel still threatened him. “Your fun and games in life will be
over soon, you piece of trash.”
    Zach left the quarters in a rush to
find the corpse. The angel ran through the wilderness but tripped
over someone. He landed on his face in the pine straw and leaves.
Azazel hovered over him with his yellow eyes gleaming. His demon
brother raised him up and pinned him against a wide tree. Although
he tried to escape from Azazel’s powerful grip, Zach got caught by
too much surprise.
    The demon’s teeth clenched from rage.
“Be careful, brother. Our parents are in a whole lot of danger now.
I know a way to send you away forever, and I’ll do it.”
    A deep, dark bitterness fueled Zach as
he stood face to face with evil. Yes, Azazel could send him back to
heaven before Zach got the chance to torch his brother’s corpse.
The angel realized how he must gather all the dying faith within
him to end this demon forever. Protecting his family mattered most
to Zach. And although he despised admitting it to himself, keeping
Simra safe began to be his top concern.

Chapter 10
    "Be on your guard; stand
firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong." - 1 Corinthians
16:13
     
     
    Simra felt refreshed after cooking,
eating, a shower, and cleaning the kitchen. She was ready for the
night ahead of her. The meat loaf, homemade macaroni and cheese,
and boiled okra caused her to fall asleep on a full stomach. Where
was Zach? He'd been gone far too long.
    The day had been full of surprises. She
discovered a